Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.
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A Clean Dress
January 15, 2015
She abandoned her fear as if it were a soiled and damaged garment no longer of good use. A fixed and focused gaze replaced her clouded vision and in her new skin she recognized herself. No longer donning a facade to convince others of notions she did not hold, she fearlessly perused the dreams that through the years had been tucked into the filthy pockets of her marred dress. Hidden they were, and now exposed her dress was clean.